Like a tree in a desert
i have sat lonely;
all through the morning
like a honeycomb with no honey;
I feel like talking
but there's no one to hear my voice;
to throw so many options
but none to make a choice;
'life is so boring'
my loneliness makes me feel;
the wild acts of life
my open eyes are blind to see;
happily though, i hear
the sound of a thousand beats;
but quite sadly, its only
the pacing of my silent feet;
then an idea occured to me
that wasnt exactly normal;
to start talking
even if it werent to a human;
I turn to the doors
and told them to fasten;
with the quiet click of hinges
i knew they had listened;
happily, i continued
my absurd conversations;
and made so many
reasonable observations;
now with talking windows
and doors around me;
there was no more
loneliness to feel.
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